And I would have killed many others, but you caught me.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

If you're making off because you can't pay your other debts it's no affair of mine."
— from What Necessity Knows by L. (Lily) Dougall

The admirable arrangement of seats sloping steeply upward on all sides, instead [3] of resting upon a level floor, brings the heads of speakers and auditors near together; and the bright colors of the judges' robes—scarlet with a blue sash over the shoulder in the case of the Lord Chief Justice, and blue with a scarlet sash in the case of most of the others, together with various modifications of broad yellow cuffs—first strike the eye.
— from A Philadelphia Lawyer in the London Courts by Thomas Leaming

"You misled me once, but you can't mislead me again.
— from Ben Blair The Story of a Plainsman by Will Lillibridge

When he had concluded his flowing periods, David said quietly, “So you can't give me my own because your cashier has carried it away?”
— from Hard Cash by Charles Reade

Do you mean it is all over because you think I must be troubled by what you've told me, or because you can't forgive me for not letting you tell me before?
— from The Coast of Bohemia by William Dean Howells

If I were a lawyer, I would take him into my office, but—” “You can't use him in your grocery store,” interrupted the Hon.
— from Further Adventures of Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason Corner Folks by Charles Felton Pidgin

"I am much obliged by your courtesy, sir," said Benedict.
— from The Prussian Terror by Alexandre Dumas

" Gentlemen , "I am much obliged by your congratulations "on my arrival in this city, and I am highly indebted "to your favorable opinions.
— from Washington's Masonic Correspondence As Found among the Washington Papers in the Library of Congress by George Washington

They would have learned some saner tale Of Balaam's ass, or Samson's might, Or prophet Jonah and his whale, Of talking serpents and their ways, Through which our foolish parents strayed, And how there passed three nights and days Before the sun or moon was made! · · · · O Bigotry, you crowning sin!
— from The Guards Came Through, and Other Poems by Arthur Conan Doyle